CHAPTER 0016- Through the wall

Chloe came home a little after ten with a guy I’d never seen before.

Tall, loud laugh, hand already on her lower back when they walked through the door. She introduced him as Nate. He said hey, eyes flicking over me once, then followed her straight upstairs to her room. The door shut. A second later the lock clicked.

Elias and I were in the kitchen. We looked at each other. Neither of us said anything.

Ten minutes later the sounds started.

Not loud at first. Just the low creak of her bed frame. Then Chloe’s voice — soft, then sharper. A moan she tried to muffle. Nate’s deeper voice saying something we couldn’t make out. The rhythm of the bed picking up.

I was leaning against the counter with a glass of water I wasn’t drinking. Elias stood on the other side of the island, jaw tight, eyes dark. Every new sound from upstairs made the air between us thicker.

Chloe cried out once, clear enough that there was no mistaking what was happening. The bedframe started hitting the wall in a steady, wet-sounding rhythm.

Elias exhaled hard through his nose.

I set the glass down. My hands were shaking.

He walked around the island slowly, like he was giving me time to move away. I didn’t. When he reached me he caged me in with both arms, mouth close to my ear.

“You hear that?” he muttered. “My daughter getting fucked right above us.”

I nodded, throat dry.

His hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it hardened. I bit my lip. Upstairs Chloe moaned again, louder. The bed kept slamming.

Elias’s other hand shoved into my shorts. He found me already soaked. Two fingers pushed inside without warning. I gasped and gripped the edge of the counter.

“Quiet,” he whispered. “They’ll hear.”

He fucked me with his fingers in the same rhythm as the bed upstairs — slow when they slowed, harder when Nate started really giving it to her. I could hear how wet I was. The soft, filthy sound of his fingers moving in and out mixed with Chloe’s moans through the ceiling.

“She’s taking it so well,” Elias said against my neck, voice rough. “And look at you. Dripping all over my hand just from listening to her get used.”

I whimpered. He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside me until my knees went weak. His thumb found my clit and pressed in tight circles. I was already close. The combination of the sounds upstairs and his hands was too much.

He pulled his fingers out right before I came and wiped them across my mouth.

“Taste.”

I did. He watched me lick them clean, eyes heavy.

Then he spun me around, shoved my shorts and panties down to mid-thigh, and dropped to his knees. His mouth was on me before I could process it — tongue flat and greedy, sucking on my clit while two fingers pushed back inside. I stuffed my fist against my mouth and tried not to make a sound.

Upstairs Chloe was getting louder. The headboard was hitting the wall in a hard, steady beat. Nate’s voice came through clearer now, low and dirty.

Elias ate me like he was starving. Messy. Wet. His free hand gripped my ass hard enough to bruise while he fucked me with his tongue and fingers. I came hard and silent, thighs shaking around his head, the orgasm punching through me while my best friend got fucked twenty feet away.

He stood up fast, breathing hard. His cock was straining against his pants. I reached for it on instinct. He caught my wrist, then guided my hand there himself, letting me feel how hard he was.

“Stroke it,” he ordered under his breath.

I did. Pulled him out and worked him with both hands while he braced one palm on the cabinet above my head. He was leaking, thick and hot against my fingers. Every time Chloe moaned upstairs his hips jerked into my grip.

He was close. I could feel it. I dropped to my knees without being told and took him into my mouth. He cursed quietly and fisted my hair, not thrusting, just holding me there while I sucked him. The wet sounds of my mouth mixed with the wetter sounds coming through the ceiling.

He pulled me off right before he finished.

“Not yet,” he said, voice strained. “Not while she’s still going.”

We stayed like that — me on my knees, him above me, both of us listening to Chloe and Nate finish in a series of sharp, broken sounds. The bed finally went still. Muffled talking. A soft laugh from Chloe.

Elias looked down at me, cock still hard and wet from my mouth, eyes almost black.

“Go upstairs,” he said quietly. “Lock your door. If I follow you right now I won’t stop.”

I stood on shaky legs, pulled my shorts up, and did what he said.

I locked the door.

But I left the light on a long time after, listening to the quiet house, thighs still slick, the taste of him still on my tongue.

We hadn’t fucked.

Somehow that made it worse.